When we are dead, we are dead**
When we no longer laugh, it is because we no longer live
When I have cut the string
Put - me in a trash can
Let me spend a month
And from there throw me to the cat
Let him refuse my spleen and my liver
But choose the time to that he eats my heart
That I still stay with you
On your shoulders and your knees
That I am since we have to exist
The cat in the café artists
And if the bread runs out
I'll be there and don't hesitate
Break my legs and my neck
And then eat me straight from the cat
It won't be the first time
That we've eaten an artist
When we're dead, it's because we're dead
When we no longer laugh, it's is that we no longer live
When he cut the string
We put him in a trash can
And then they forgot me there
There there there there there there there there
How they forgot the cat
How they will forget my head and my songs
It won't be the last time
That we will forget an artist
When we are dead, we are dead
When we no longer laugh, it is because we no longer live
When I have cut the string
Put me in a trash can
And then they forgot me there
There there there there there there there there
How they forgot the cat
How they will forget my head and my songs
It won't be the last time
That we forget an artist
When we're dead, we're dead
When we no longer laugh, it's is that we no longer live
When I cut the string
Put me in a trash can
And then they forgot me there
There there there there there there there there
There there there there there there there there
There there there there there there there

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